Propagandhi Speculative Fiction Lyrics

A new iron curtain drawn across
the 49th parallel.
Cut all diplomatic ties as we expel
all American dignitaries,
and issue a nation-wide
travel advisory for any others left inside.

Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
The burned out shells of south-bound traffic lay
strewn across a cold
stretch of would-be interstate.
Still visible
below their charred remains: Pax Americana plates.
Your stupid f___ing laser-pucks (it's a hockey reference, google it) were just the start. And while you may stand six full cubits and a span,
we got a shepard's sling and five stones in our hand
and the battle of 1812 lives in our hearts.

We don't care if we're destroyed.
We'll never capitulate.
We'll take the whole f___ing world down,
down with us in flames.
Just a speculative fiction.
No cause for alarm.
We got a good 15 years left
till the United We Stand
murals on West Broadway finally fade
and we wave good-bye to such sad, childish refrains. Replaced with other stupid lullabies
like "you can have my guns when you pry
them from my cold dead hands".

Just a speculative fiction. No cause for alarm.